Dawn of Night

As the dawn of twilight

Eases its way through

The darkening skies,

With her wonderful hues

Of blues and reds, to

Mix with purples and pinks,

The sun sets slowly in the West.

One can hear the call of

An owl, in the distance, as it

Takes flight from its tree top perch,

As it spies a field mouse that

Romps through the open meadow

Full of swaying green.  Dew glistens

As the moon shines down, giving

The illusion of a dark green sea.

Unsuspecting of anything, the owl

Swoops in for its prey, the mouse

Is gone, a tasty morsel of a meal.

Thus, signaling the dawn of night

Hath come, swiftly.

(c) 2003 A Riddle